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helloooo friend shocking you would send an angsty one with such a soft ship… imma do my best :)

He takes in the bags with wide, fearful eyes. Part of him doesn’t understand how it’s come to this, but there’s a whisper - a voice - at the back of his mind telling him this is no surprise. This has been weeks and maybe months in the making, but it still hurts.

“Nori…?” His voice comes out weaker than he intended and just a little bit broken. Nori keeps his back to him, but Eijun can see the way his shoulders sag in exhaustion. “Where... are you going?”

Finally, his boyfriend turns to him, but there’s so much sadness in his eyes that Eijun’s heart falls. He knows they’ve been distant lately. More than usual at least, but he really had thought they were going to be okay. But he knows that’s wrong. They’ve been fighting more often than not. The last over Nori staying late at work, which Eijun had been warned days in advance.

We’ve been falling apart.

Nori readjusts the strap of his duffel bag. He’s avoiding Eijun’s gaze and looking around their shared apartment. There are memories embedded in every nook and cranny, and Eijun knows that once Nori walks through that door the memories will haunt him with what could have been, should have been, and how they could have fixed it all.

“You know, Eijun,” Nori says just as quietly, but his voice is steadier than Eijun’s. He probably knows that at least one of them needs to be strong and Eijun’s always been one to let his emotions get the best of him. “We talked about this...”

Nori’s right. They have, but Eijun didn’t think it was going to happen so soon. “So... you’re leaving?” Eijun asks. “Now?” Nori nods. The silence that follows is deafening and it leaves Eijun with a sinking feeling. “Where will you go?”

“Shirasu is letting me stay at his place for a few nights until I find somewhere more permanent.” Eijun nods. “The lease here won’t be up until next month, so you’re welcome to stay like we discussed.” Again, Eijun nods. “I’ll come back later for everything else.”

He hates this. He hates this so, so much. He doesn’t want Nori to leave, but he can see in the other’s eyes that he’s made peace with this decision. A decision they both made. Before he can say anything else, Nori’s phone rings, sounding absurdly loud as it echoes through the silence. “That’s Shirasu,” Nori says without answering.

💐 flower delivery for @rayrayswimusic! 💐 

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Thanks RayRay! <3 This is from the next chapter of Cacophony, my Mikorei music AU! :D

*accepts the hugs gladly*

s/o to discord for prompting! this is a bit hasty lol. for the purposes of this ficlet let’s say they’re all high school age. all of them.

“Terrible! Absolutely atrocious! Not refreshing at all – minus fifty points!”

“But Hana!”

Yuuri turns away from the window where he had been sweeping. So much for spending golden week tucked away at a different resort in order to get away from the Ice Castle Host Club. No, the rich kids of the host club just can’t get it through their thick heads that their presence is not always appreciated, especially not when it comes roaring in overhead from a helicopter and then insisting on a competition to see who gets to stay in the last free room at the Paradise Bed and Breakfast.

Of course a part of him is a little glad to see familiar faces – Christophe, the Crispino twins, Yurio and Otabek – but the happiness is tempered somewhat by the beautiful and loud presence of one Viktor Nikiforov, who is currently being yelled at by Hana for doing a cruddy job at fixing a broken fence.

Honestly, there was no need for him to show up in a helicopter, thinking Yuuri had been kidnapped. It was sweet, but embarrassing. As are a lot of things that the beloved co-founder and president of the Ice Castle Host Club does.

(Yuuri hates being embarrassed. It really drives up the anxiety.)

He heads out after finishing up his sweeping with a couple glasses of lemonade, intending to deliver them to the host club members who are working outside. He finds Christophe first, lounging at a table drinking a cappuccino while surveying the mayhem that is a pack of rich high school kids trying to do manual labour with an amused expression.

“You’re not joining in on the competition?” Yuuri asks.

Christophe shakes his head. “The Giacomettis have a summer house here!” he replies. “Why bother with a hotel room when I can sleep in my own? Far more comfortable, at least.”

Yuuri resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I bet,” he remarks. “Lemonade?”

Christophe nods, so Yuuri pours him a glass. “You know,” the Swiss man remarks as he takes it with a grin, “it won’t be a big deal for the people who lose this, right?”

“Yeah, they can find lodging in other parts of town,” Yuuri replies.

Christophe laughs. “No, they’ve all got summer houses here.”

Yuuri resists the urge to groan. “Then why are they all fighting over the last room here?”

Christophe shrugs, almost carelessly. “Maybe one of them really does care about you, and just has a terrible way of showing it?” he wonders innocently. 

A couple paces away, Viktor accidentally hits his thumb with the hammer and screeches. Next to him, Yurio starts yelling at him to pull himself together and get over it.

“Want to bet on who’s going to win?” asks Christophe.

Yuuri raises an eyebrow. “Does this come out of my debt?”

“Maybe,” says Christophe.

“What are the odds?”

Christophe shrugs. “Well, at the current pace, His Majesty won’t be winning anytime soon,” he says, pointing to Viktor’s current slumped position by the fence. “The twins only really work well when Sara can stop Mickey from yelling at any man who bothers to smile in her direction. Yuri is clearly not interested in winning this, either, which means that Otabek, even though he’s clearly been the most helpful one so far, won’t be accepting a victory if it means he can’t stay with Yuri.”

“Those are just your observations,” Yuuri points out.

Christophe shrug again. “You can tell who my best contender is, though,” he points out. 

Yuuri huffs. “If I win this wager, then what?”

“I’ll knock half of the remaining balance off your account. If you don’t win, nothing happens. You’ve nothing to lose in this, really.” Christophe’s eyes twinkle. “What do you say?”

Yuuri sends a look over at Viktor, who is trying to convince a deeply disturbed Yuri to kiss his sore thumb better. 

“Deal,” he says, and steps away with the lemonade tray.

As much as the president of the host club mortifies him on a regular basis, it doesn’t necessarily mean Yuuri doesn’t want to see him win. After all, Viktor’s genuine, not-for-the-clients smile is actually quite a wonder. There really is no point to doing things like calling up an entire horse-drawn carriage to take Yuuri to campus or custom-ordering him fancy outfits (especially dresses. It’s not that Yuuri doesn’t mind dresses – gender is fake, after all – but the ones Viktor tries to buy for him are just a little too much) or showing up at his holiday workplace in a freaking helicopter, for god’s sake. Not when all Viktor really has to do is smile, truly and genuinely, and be himself.

Not the president of the host club, not the bastard-turned-heir of the Nikiforov dynasty. Just himself.

“I brought you lemonade, Viktor,” Yuuri says.

Viktor looks up at him with wide, adoring eyes. “Lemonade, served to me from the delicate fingers of Yuuri Katsuki himself? What a delight!”

Yuuri resists the urge to groan. “You know you’re just wasting away your potential out here doing something you’re not even good at, right?” he asks.

Viktor pouts. “You don’t like my handiwork?” he asks, gesturing to the fence. For a moment Yuuri’s half-convinced he’s looking at a Salvador Dali painting instead of a picket fence.

“No,” he says. 

Viktor’s pout grows. Yuuri pushes the cup into his hands.

“Clearly carpentry isn’t your calling, Viktor,” he says. “Maybe you should… find a better tune.”

He steps back towards the inn after that, leaving Viktor out by his Surrealist fence, and hopes his hint had been enough. 

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

i dont understand hating on jj, like i get so heated about this because these same ppl that hate on jj turn right around and praise chris when they both had shitty introductions and then better character development later on (aka chris’ actually being yuuri and victors friend sort of pole dancing buddy and jj’s anxiety and just wanting to do his best because he basically supports his entire family) but whatever

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

actually this is a straight up Unpopular Opinion but I actually liked the end results of the yoi anime, yuuri getting silver and yura getting gold. everyone wants to change it and be like but yuuri couldve understood and won gold yada yada i dont care. It wouldve been nice but I think Yura really deserved to win gold and show how much he actually cares for japanese yuuri by trying his best to get him to compete another season. Like the development there wasn’t solely in Yuuri but in Yura as well.

27. Least shippable character?